Magic of Two

The Party

Sanda POV

"Sandra, you have little time left." Mel chided, "We are going to go to every ball we can to see if we can find you a match. I don't want to lose you if I can help."

Melanie was five-foot-four with pixi-chopped brown and black-streaked hair. She was bouncing all around Sandra, moving like there was no end of her energy. There was little that Sandra had to say. "You know that I don't want to." She paused, thinking, "Leave. But I have to be reasonable. I don't have much power. I'm lucky to have been granted ownership of my shop. Jesse will have to take over. Luckily, he has more power than I do, so he won't have to worry about as many hoops to jump through."

"Ugh," Mel groaned, pulling her arm, "enough of that talk, let's get to parting. For next week till your birthday, we are going to celebrate you and see if anyone matches your magic stone."

It was one of the few things Sandra would do for Melanie, her long-time friend. There wasn't much time left and she had to show her friend how much she meant to her before her possible death. They had checked into an inn earlier that night, Melanie dressed Sandra up in bright purples and greens that matched her magical stone around her neck that shimmered dully, it hugged her torso tight and had a square neck that showed the dip between her breasts. The sleeves flowed down past her wrists and had a teardrop look to them as Sandra struggled to keep them from being dragged in the road along with the train of her dress.

There was a long line to get into the ball that they were attending. It was one of the main events for this particular season. The Dukedoms were all responsible for hosting at least two or three matching balls every half a year, to make sure as many people as possible were able to find their matches. It wouldn't do for them to lose power and be unable to recruit individuals to their military and protect their province.

Many coming to this ball hoped that they would be the match for Alexander, next in line for Duke. It was a girl's fantasy to come out of poverty and grow in power. Though there was no guarantee that a match would increase one's power, just one's standing in society.

Sandra knew though, it was just a dream. No one usually actually matched with the nobility. Due to their power and standing, they were usually able to have their stones magically linked to their intended partner of another Dukedom. It just wasn't done in high society to let a true match happen.

Shaking her head, Sandra started to sway with the music, letting the melody flow through her body like water. The little magic she had was musical in nature, it would fill her and make her glow and move gracefully. If her parents had the money, they would have sent her to get into one of the great musicians for an apprenticeship. She was feeling the movement fill her and surround her so thoroughly that she didn't notice that they were officially in the ballroom.

The room glinted with gold and silver accents at the very edge. It was a wide open room with the walls lined with servers and tables with chairs for those who didn't want to dance. The people surrounding Sandra were dressed in their best, from full ball dresses, to delicate high-waisted dresses. There were multiple crystal chandlers hanging from the ceiling refracting soft light around the room reflecting off different magic stones being displayed on the individual's person.

Mel moved and twittered around the dance floor looking for anyone she could to bring close to Sandra and have the magical moment happen of their stones going from a dull glowing color to a bright neon shine. There was no reason that the two would have to be a romantic pair. They didn't even have to be near each other after they met, it just needed to be enough to strengthen the magic of life in Sandra. It was rare for people to die from not finding their magical match, but it did happen. So Mel was thoroughly invested in finding Sandra's.

For most, the night was vibrating with energy that harmonized with the music playing, adding another layer to the matching that went on. Sandra wasn't worried about finding her match, she was just focused on enjoying the music and celebrations of newly found matches. Some were wrapped up in the movement and ecstasy of energy, and the couples would wrap themselves up in each other, no matter the gender or s****l orientation. It was almost like getting drunk on the most intoxicating wine.

Some individuals danced with Sandra matching her energy, weaving their bodies around her, joining her rhythm and movement. She even got wrapped up in some kissing and grinding that had taken place with two or three couples. Nothing was stopping her from enjoying herself. Not even the possible doom of her own life ending.

Alexander's POV

Alexander walked around the ball, watching his people make their matches and fall into the ecstasy that was filling them. The exchanging of new magical energies was supposed to be unlike anything anyone had ever or will ever experience. His parents didn't want him at this party. Yet, he couldn't help but to want to be there, to at least try to find his match.

A hand slapped him on the shoulder, "Alexander, your dark hair and dress give you away. I told you if you were going to come, wear your most humbling suit. Everyone knows that your parents don't let you go to there. What if a guard gives you away?"

"If I do meet my match, I want to look my best, and not hide who I am. It would be hard enough to convince my parents into letting someone they don't pick into the family. I don't want to cause more issues with the person feeling lied to or not knowing what will be expected of them."

Trevor huffed, "You take the fun out of everything. Just like your parents." He moved away from the tall dark man that was his friend and got lost in the rush of bodies.

The true reason Alexander's parents didn't want him to go to this event is because at times it became a huge orgy. It didn't bother Alex. He would rather be a part of his people's celebration than be held apart from it. How can one care for people without being part of the most important night of most of these individuals' lives. He moved and danced with many individuals, careful to not get too involved with s****l encounters. He wasn't here for s*x, just for enjoyment.

A small girl moved up in front of him and wiggled her ass in looking intent where people normally carry their stones. "May I help you?"

"Are you matched?" She came back her bright green eyes contrasted her brown and black short hair.

"No." Before the word was completely out of his mouth, the small woman pulled his arm and he was woven in and out of groups of people, right up to a woman with long black hair, and dark amber eyes. Her body moved sensually to the music and looked like it was a dance for him and him alone. After seeing the small pixi-like woman with him, the woman moved nimbly up to him like a ocean being pulled to the moon.

"I'm sorry, my friend is insistent on trying to find my match." Her voice sang with the music. The stranger before him seemed as though she was one of the members of the live music they had procured that night. His hand instinctually went to hers to interlace their fingers to pull her to him and twirling her about, he joined her rhythm in a way he had never done with anyone else, feeling as though they were meant to be a set pair. When she folded into his chest, her necklace briefly lit bright turning from purple and green to rainbow in colors.

"I'm Alexander."